That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 240

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 240

Ottai led them to Frostfall's royal residence. They entered the quiet chamber where Emeriel lay on the bed, face pale and eyes closed. Her breathing too faint. Grand King Daemonikai sat beside her, his hand clasped around hers. He didn't react when Ottai announced their arrival or when they entered the room. "Em?" Aekeira ran to her sister's side, taking her other hand. "Em, please, open your eyes," she sobbed. "Please... it's me, Aekeira."

"We're waiting on Faiwick. He's searching for the antidote," Ottai's voice was low as he explained. "The poison used is quite rare and difficult to obtain. So far, every healer we've checked don't have the kaizan root needed for the antidote." "Kaizan roots?" Vladya's brows drew together. "Those are almost impossible to come by."

Ottai nodded grimly. "It's not a Urekai poison, it's mage poison." His voice was tense, uneasy. "If someone sold it here, it's likely they sold the antidote too. Faiwick is checking with the remaining herbalists and the black market." Vladya's brows creased further. "And if it's not found?"

Ottai hesitated, eyes dropping to the floor. "We wait for Faiwick."

Throughout, Daemonikai said nothing. His face was stone, eyes never leaving Emeriel.

Vladya moved closer, standing behind the grand king. "And the person responsible-have they been found?" he spoke quietly but with steel in his voice.

"No trace, no trail, nothing," Ottai couldn't hide his frustration. "All our men are out there searching="

The door opened, and a guard's head poked in. "The healer has returned."

The grand king was on his feet instantly. Faiwick entered, flanked by soldiers.

"How did it go?" Daemonikai demanded. "Where's the antidote?"

The healer's face crumpled. "We found nothing, Your Grace. We scoured every abode, every herb stand by the rivers." He shook his head, in visible despair. "We questioned every herbalist, every vendor. There is no kaizan root here." Aekeira burst into tears, her shoulders shaking as she clutched Emeriel's other hand.

"What do you mean you couldn't find anything?" Daemonika snarled, his back going ramrod straight.

Faiwick's shoulders slumped, his face ashen. "I am s-sorry, Your Grace. W-we searched everywhere."

A tense silence filled the room.

The grand king, he looked...absolutely murderous.

Shit.

"We can still send a team to the mages." Ottai was quick to add, desperate to curb whatever storm clouds were building in him. "They might have the roots."

Vladya countered,

through gritted teeth. "How

Ottai shifted, uncomfortable.

Your Grace," Faiwick answered

all looked at

away at her organs. By the third day... there will be nothing left."

echoed through the walls, the building, the entire fortress...shaking the very stone beneath their feet. And, as if that wasn't

hands behind

went rigid...just like Vladya. Unable to fight the strength of his pheromones, they bared their throat too, submitting to his dominance. "Calm down, D-Daemon, please..." Vladya said in a raspy voice Another

rose in the air. Soldiers fell to

this," Daemonikai's eyes blazed, green and

the turmoil those pheromones were wreaking on his half-mad beast. "Your Grace," Vladya's voice was strained, "please control it. Don't lose control

breathing through the

men for the journey to Mysticaria, Your Grace. We will ride all night and day, without stopping,

cold." Daemonikai glared at him,

he barked, his body practically

their feets, the healer and soldiers scrambled out, leaving only the grand rulers

his head, face hardened, stomping from one

ever-present control like this.

the bed. Some of

her, he bent over,

the infected

"Daemon-" Ottai began.

to be removed." His tone

Vladya cut in.

eyes narrowed.

know what you're thinking," Vladya

his eyes receded completely, and even his stance relaxed. All the

the first time that evening,

lips curved into a faint smile. "Hey, old man. How

grand king's face eased. Stepping away from the bed, he walked to Vladya, eyes sweeping over him,

fell on Daemonikai's own arm, where the trails of

bone-crushing hug. Vladya

so far," the grand king stated. "Thank you for